Calebs POV
I was cold and weak. The silver chains gripped my hands tightly and my wrists were now red from my constant pulling at the chain. My skin hissed from time to time as the chains dug into my wrists and I felt burns firming on the wrists.
I had thrown up so many times since I had come to the dungeon and I didn't have anything left in my stomach to give me strength. Everywhere began spinning as my head pounded heavily and I felt like the whole place was about to collapse on me.
When Lucian had left me in my room, bloodied and battered and without my gamma rank, I just laid on the floor and prayed for death to take me. I felt bad for what I did and I knew that now that I had told Lucian about Alanas whereabouts, he was going to go after her. Everything was my fault now and Alana
